right now at 2:31 am i'm sitting at my window looking down on the street.

dad said once, on a balcony, "i'm good at looking down on people."

there are 3 cop cars closing down the block outside my house because of two cars of kids, maybe my age, younger (?), either way, it's been a while since they've been fucking with these kids. i can't establish what happened that led to 6 to 8 cops (maybe i'm missing a car) to interrogate people in front of my window for the last 40 minutes. i can only sympathize with the kids. they were probably only trying to get high. who knows. i don't what's ironic, is here i am at 2:31 drunk and free to be me in my abode! just yesterday i engaged in a debate with friends over the liberty to kill oneself through indulgence, and societies obligation to protect those individuals from themselves...or, as Beardo said, not to protect as much as to encourage and promote the upbringing of a community that cares and takes an active role in the members of the community. it sounds like lateral decision making to me, as if the "community" can somehow contain an understanding and awareness of the line between enjoyment and abuse. as if there is an objective critical approach to understanding everyone's psychology through one lens, one microscope. then again, i was taking the libertarian side of the debate. why can't we get fucked up as long as we aren't hurting anyone? but there again, we hit the fork of ideology and reality. people get fucked up, people do stupid shit. mistakes, maybe. but it happens anyway. but the question remains, is the moral compass set by the masses? do we know what we're doing? a lot of people believe they know, and that level of certainty is something to be cautious of.

at 2:50, the cops are driving away, arrests made, people released to the streets on the streets. free to roam where they were just free to roam. like buffalos, only not being shot at or being caged in a zoo...yet. alanis morissette can go fuck herself right now.

and at 2:51, all is quiet on the western front of 26th street...it actually might be the first time since i moved here that i could leave my window open and lie in peace. i should use this time to get some sleep...

...a car starts in the street. it's the kids who just got pulled over, getting back into the car that the police forbid them to return to (as they were so fucked up), the car they promised not to return to, as they could walk home. and here's the police following right behind them...goodnight moon.